Did you know that each year, the Ladies of the Empire get together to tell ghostly stories and sexy tales of eldritch horror? It’s true! If you’re just now joining the creep train, you can start with the first post and read in order, or grab the spooky stories all out of order. Will you binge our spooky stories, or space the horror out, so as not to overwhelm yourself? I know what I’d do, but then, I’m greedy and love a good binge! Our string of stories last left you in the capable hands of Demonic Mistress Willow, being led off into the woods behind the sleepaway camp to investigate a scream! Will you find something spooky, or something erotic? Will you wind up a cock sucking slut?!
Deeper and deeper into the woods you go, in search of whoever was screaming…
As a camper at the Enchantrix Camp for Wayward Sluts, your first night you learned all about the expected traits of a good camper: loyalty, fortitude, bravery, and a strict exercise regimen designed to eliminate your gag reflex. So when you heard a ghastly howling scream coming from the woods behind the camp, you just knew it was your duty to be brave and to go forth to investigate. Following along after Willow, you confidently marched off into the woods in search of the poor lost soul in need of assistance, howling and gibbering in the night. Of course as soon as you turned a corner in the path, and blinked, you lost sight of Willow in the gloom! Was that her, in the distance, a bobbing and dancing light beckoning you deeper?
Lost in the woods, with only your wits to guide you, you quickly realized something was terribly amiss.
While you’d started out with Willow to lead the way, you’d gotten separated, and now you’re all alone, turned around, and surrounded by what surely must be the usual sounds of a totally normal and average forest, right? Surely forests have things that rustle in the underbrush, and that faint moaning, that’s got to be the wind. Dancing lights at the corners of your eyes, off in the periphery of your vision, that’s just fireflies. Sure. And that scream, again, echoing and wailing through the trees, that’s… normal?
At last, ahead through the trees, you see a gleam of light.
With that flicker of light comes a surge of relief so strong you nearly fall over. Safety, at last! Sure, that’s pretty close to where the screaming was, but nefarious characters would never have a light with them, so you pick up your pace and hurry forward. As you near the light, you start to realize that something has gone strange with your body, your self. Somehow, your center of balance is off, and you’re body is moving like a marionette, pulled forward without thought or will of your own.
The light draws you forward, like a moth to a flame.
The scene before your wondering eyes mesmerizes you, catches you and drops all rational thought out of your head. A hauntingly beautiful woman stands, in a clearing surrounded by fog, with a commanding throne before her. Seated on the throne is the most perfect example of masculine beauty you’ve ever seen in your entire life. He must be seven feet tall, skin like ebony gleaming in the candle light. His eyes are red gold, and seem to smile knowingly at you. You must approach, you must…
Stumbling into the clearing, you arrive at the feet of your Master.
The Master, the Lord of the Darkness, King of Hell, Lord of Light, Giver of all Dreams, your Master! The titles sing in your blood, and you know, you know you must kneel before Him. The woman chuckles, and helps you kneel, guiding your half fall into something more graceful before Him. “Look at this one, so eager to worship before You!” she exclaims, laughing. You can’t help yourself, you must reach forward, and touch Him.
His legs are hard, the muscles tight, under deepest maroon leather pants. His knees spread wide, perfect for you to kneel between, to lay your head on His knee, and gaze adoringly at Him.
The thought appears as out of nowhere, that you MUST suck and worship and be used. You must be a cock sucker!
This thought overwhelms all other thoughts, and sensations, and drives. You need that cock in your mouth more than you need to breathe, more than you need anything else. To worship at the cock of your True Master forever and ever is the only thing that motivates you. “Please, please…” you beg, whimpering of the Lord. His knowing grin, the peek of his fearsome canine, as He nods His head, is a new level of ecstatic joy. He will allow you to suck, to lick and worship as is right and proper!
The first touch of your lips to His cock is heavenly!
All the fires of sunrise and sunset are contained in the divine worship of your Master’s Cock. At last you know your true place, your real purpose in life: to be Satans Cock Sucking SLUT! You would give anything to be allowed to suck and lick this cock until the sun burns out of the sky and the winds howl over a dead planet. Anything. No price would be too high to be permitted to kneel here, jaw wide and lips distended around His 12 inch cock, shoved down your throat as you gag and moan for more. You are His slut, His mouth, His whore to be used!
As your ecstasy rises, closer and closer to cumming just from sucking His cock…
He vanishes, abruptly, leaving you fallen, gasping, choking on air as you collapse onto the throne, at the feet where His feet should be! He is gone! You hear a desolate howl, a mad yowl of loss, and a faint memory of another howl, another scream leading you forward rises. The Mistress, His Mistress, His Queen, laughs behind you. “You said, in your heart of hearts, that you would pay any price to be allowed to suck the Master’s Cock forever and ever, amen.” She moves to sit on the throne, casually moving you out of her way. “Are you still prepared to pay any price to be Satan’s Cock Sucking Slut?”
The smirk on her face, the knowing smile, taunting you from the Master’s throne.
“Yes, yes, anything! Please!” She laughs, and hands you a contract. “You may worship the Master; all it will cost is your soul.” There are voices in the forest, calling for you, calling your name. You can hear Carrington calling you out of the woods. But the Master’s Cock is calling you deeper. “Give me a pen!” you demand, as if you had the right. She laughs once more, and hands you a silver cup: “Some contracts need to be signed in something other than ink. Sign in your own cock’s issue, and you can become Satan’s Cock Sucking Whore!!”
Continue your journey to hell tomorrow!
Your Satanic Mistress of Hell, Harper
Podcast: Play in new window | Download
FFuucckkk yessssss. Satan’s cock sucking whore. I can only imagine the transformations that await. O could see this so perfectly as I read it and it got me HELPLESSLY HARD. Hard and quivering and stroking as I panted out the lines you assigned the reader in desperate cock lusting need, oh Mistress of Hell, Harper. Praise you and praise Satan and his enslaving addictive cock. I can see him smell the intoxicating seamen of The Master. Looking over to see your gloating expression as you add yet another cocksucker to his harem of hell.
I would LOVE an audio of you reading this and the following parts.
I renounce any claims of manhood or heterosexuality and publicly proclaim my love for Harper, For Satan and his mind altering ,will breaking , enslaving cock. I kneel and worship as he bends and warps me and males a cocksucker out of me.
Join usssssssss. Become His cocksucker.
Satan has known you’d make a good cocksucking whore for a long time, Lucifer. We have all known.. And Harper, that scream in the woods was right after I told one of the subs to get down on all fours. I’m sure you can imagine what happened that caused him to scream…. (grins)
Clearly he was screaming in pleasure. I mean. Obviously!
Willow…Y..you knew? You ALL knew ? You mean you could tell? I didn’t know , how could you know? How could you know when I was so sure I Wasn’t..that I’d never…why does that feel so good for you to SAY that..
I would have never, ever thought i would. Until I DID. I couldn’t help it. What happened to me? What happened to your sub that screamed? What did Satan transform him into?
I was shocked at what I did, How I lost control. I still feel so helpless. I feel helpless and ashamed and both feel like BLISS. Satan’s cock is so thick, and long, and masterful. Dominating and demanding and wicked and delicious and I couldn’t resist and now I’ll never be the same. no going back.
To worship at the cock of my True Master forever and ever is the only thing that I crave To become what ever He makes me into to service Him and his plans and desires. I did beg “Please, please…” and I beg still. Ecstatic joy. His toned, smooth, unnatural, red skinned naked smooth glorious body. His cock, unlike any other. so hypnotic. I tried to escape but not really. I opened my mouth and bowed my head as Satan and Harper smirked in triumph and I gave in. Licking his massive swollen mushroom cock head licking up and down his shaft sucking His crimson balls in to my once virgin, now cocksucker mouth.
Looking up at Harper. Our eyes meet as she gloats. Seeing everything, seeing what I am becoming. Seeing what she has helped make me. I look from Master to Mistress and renew my worship of His throbbing cock. My naked body writing with shame and delight and my throbbing cock displaying the truth of what I am. Cock HIs cock. The Master’s COCK !
You knew…you ALL knew…
Well, if you need the audio so much… I suppose I’ll have to make a recording for you.
and part two?! Oh my, the story hooked you so much you want more? hmm how do you feel about letting your imagination loose and writing what YOU think happens next? Email it to me… you know you want to.
Oh, fuck yes. Emailing it to you would be such and act of pleasure and surrender. Exposing my true inner sell…
I” dream about it and fantasize and eventually surrender and write it up. It has to be my best effort after all.
..and in case I didn’t express myself enough..YES please and audio would be so thrilling. A true wonder. Please yesss. Such a gift to me and the world that would be
I love it! Cock sucker to Satan. Perfect <3
Obviously, many are willing to descend to the depths of hell or go into the woods to suck cock. It is like being possessed. There is no way to escape the need for it being slammed deep into a greedy mouth. This time of year brings out the devilish nature that longs for the kinky desires to be met. What will any man do to feel the lust build within his loins as a hard cock follows? They are ready to sell their souls for it. Perfectly willing 🙂
Something so many people don’t expect is the aftermath, too. Guys think, its a special night, its a special occasion. This isn’t REALLY me. Just an out of character thrill. More the thought of doing something I’m not into, not supposed to do. Just this once. It won’t count. It’s not really something I’m into. It won’t change anything.
After a swollen, wet, quivering cock has slammed your mouth and fucked your face and everyone has cum like thunder strokes, the guilt sets in. Especially if you came from just giving a blow job. No one touching your cock. The excuses and the denials. One of the things you deny is how good the guilt and shame feels, too.
THEN COME THE DREAMS. Sleek, oiled down twinks with long thick throbbing cocks, smirking at you. Smooth feminine bodies , long thin hips, flat stomachs and pretty pretty face. They know what you did and they grab the back of your head and pull it towards the mushroom cock heads of their long thick shafts and “make” you do it again. You are past the point of a struggle. Past the point of no return. Dreams of toned pretty boys with ballet dancers bodies. Dancing slowly and seductively in their tights, peeling them of to free their cocks to make you One of Them. Elegant and graceful and beautiful as any ballerina. But so fucking queer. Ballet boys that you can tell are fag just by looking at them. Each second you become more like them. Dreams of ripped muscled fags rats who won’t let you pretend. The know you want them to ” force” you to be their faggot bitch right there in the gym in front of everyone. Despite their bulging muscles they still manage to give of that gay look and vibe. and they spot you as One of Them. Those incredibly hot leotard clad gym girls watch as the gym fags make you their slut. The girls whisper and point and giggle. You wanted to fuck them to but they just watch. Knowing smiles on their faces as they order you to do things to the guys and you obey.
You wake up with a raging hard on and jerk off to girls, but the queers of your dreams and the memory of that ” one time only” creep in anyway. You lick your hand and it taste like cock and you slip further. Maybe this is the time you eat your own cum. Remembering that ” it doesn’t count” night.
Then it gets worse. You’re walking through the grocery store past the magazine stand and a fitness magazine with a toned, shaved body hot guy stared out at you. Tiny, tight thong covering his long huge bulge and you STARE. You’re mouth tingles and the roof of it throbs and the base of your tongue aches and feels hollow. you can picture him grabbing you and kissing you and you sink to your knees and pull down his thong and open wide with a wet smack and suck deep and greedily.
Then you snap out of it and you realize what you just felt. Shame and fear come to you and it makes you want him ore. Then you realize, you’re completely hard.
From not aroused to throbbing and desperate just from looking at the cover.
” But it didn’t count. It was just the one time. It didn’t count.” you whisper, hoping it will save you. Knowing it won’t
That night changed you. And the transformation has taken on a life of its own.
…not that I know any of this from personal experience…
I’m there. I need help taking the next step. I think it’s time to get real. Getting my head pulled down to a wonderful mushroom head sounds juicy